Ten exhaustive minutes, ooze by, as I sip my latte. Veronica, on the stage, is reading her latest, non-rhyming abomination. Herself, cut and pasted as much as her words. Droning on and on, I beg for the climax. With a loaded .38, the prayer is answered. She bowed, blew out her mind, and ours followed.
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